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Post by Ferris Felwinter on Apr 23, 2024 16:29:50 GMT -5
The sound of the door opening made him tense. Because the odds it was something else, they wanted from him or other medications or someone else going to poke and prod him was high. He'd had an X-ray before but not a CT scan and he wasn't really sure what they needed and hated how on edge it put him.
Seeing it was his lovely, amazing, stronger-than-he-was wife was a relief. "Hey. That's good," he breathed, pushing himself up a bit. He felt fine, except for hungry. Not that he wanted to eat or could. "My money's on Rhys," he added with a chuckle. He'd want to watch that animated sea monster movie, but Ferris wasn't sure the hospital had Netflix.
"I'm alright. More worried about the kids. And you." She reached for his hair, and he wanted so much more than that but while the kids could almost fit in the bed with him, Darcy would not. It left him feeling uncertain and in need of even more comfort. So much for being more worried about her. He reached up for her arm anyway to pull her toward him. "Come here, Darcy," he said softly. "I don't know how you do this." He wanted to hold her and give her a chance to let things out before she felt the need to take over again.
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Post by Darcy Vance on Apr 23, 2024 16:51:04 GMT -5
Seeing how relieved he looked when he saw it was her entering the room, made her smile “Hey, Beck was pretty determined to pick the movie… just depends on if she stops always picking paper.” She added with a slight chuckle as she stopped by his bedside, nodding at his words and trying to keep up her strong facade. Of course, trust him to have died and still be more concerned about her and their kids. He really was an amazing dad and husband. Which was why she needed him to worry about himself a little more too.
And then he had her arm, pulling her toward him and she bit her bottom lip. No, not now. She didn’t need to become an emotional mess when he was the one who needed to be fussed over; not her. While there definitely wasn’t the space in this bed for her to join him comfortably, she caved and sat a bit on the edge and hugged him.
And that is where her strength melted and her breath caught in her chest as she gripped him tighter than she intended too.
She couldn’t help it.
They had been together damn near ten years now. He was her best friend and she loved him more than she’d thought it was possible to love another person… and he had died today. She’d checked for a pulse and found none… listened for his heartbeat…
“I’m sorry, I’m not trying to make anything harder for you.” She cleared her throat, trying not to cry more and failing as the tears seemed pretty determined to fill those dark brown eyes of hers. “I-I thought we lost you today.. that I lost you today.” She didn’t care if she sounded selfish, of course she knew their kids needed him, but so did she.
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Post by Ferris Felwinter on Apr 23, 2024 17:11:19 GMT -5
"Which is funny considering she's usually the one to throw punches first," he said with a laugh. Beck was more than a little feisty. "No idea where she gets that from," he added with a shake of his head, though this time he wasn't able to hide the amusement in his eyes along with his serious tone.
As much as he'd tried, Ferris had never succeeded so well at dying any time he tried. Trust him to figure out how to do that when he didn't want to. Not that he didn't have his less than stellar moments still, but things had been going really well recently. For a while. Sure, the kids helped, but he'd never have started a family if he didn't intend to be there for them. So even after dying (he didn't want to ask for how long or know anything else because that would open up more questions) he couldn't only think about them. How El might not have come out and said it, but that it had to be absolutely terrifying for her to watch him collapse in front of her. How desperate Darcy had to be when he wasn't breathing. Those thoughts scared him more than anything else.
Darcy melt against him into a hug and he held her back firmly. And then he felt her fingers dig in and her hold tighten and although breathing was nice, having the woman he cared about more than anyone else in the world right there was more important. He rubbed his hand on her back, feeling her breath hitch as she powered through the urge to cry. "Don't be sorry," he said firmly. "I'm here. You're here. The kids are okay." He breathed the words like a mantra, soft but firm. Immutable facts.
"Now fucking cry already, you ass, so when I break down later, you can hold me. Gotta make this fair, eh?" Other people might have encouraged her not to, to tease her about ruining her make up or not wanting the kids or strangers know she was emotional. But despite his view of her as superhuman, she was human too. Ferris continued to hold her and rub her back before moving a hand up to her hair to run his fingers through her curls. "And when you're ready, tell me how a CT scan works so I don't panic." He doubted he would panic, but he wanted to distract her. Give her something her doctor brain could take and run with and help stich things together because he knew Darcy hated feeling out of control.
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Post by Darcy Vance on Apr 23, 2024 17:51:24 GMT -5
“Ya’know, I’m not sure where she gets that either.” Darcy gave a sheepish grin as she shook her head. So she might be a bit of a hothead when it came to certain things; she couldn’t help it. She had calmed down considerably since getting involved with Ferris. Namely because she didn’t need him worried that she was going to end up catching assault charges. Plus, those didn’t look good on a doctor’s record. Plus, limiting her drinking definitely helped there. Though, it did also limit her outlets. Thankfully, her husband was more than capable of helping her there.
Darcy had been there after the fact, when he was brought into the hospital after his attempted suicide. She’d begged to be put on his case so he could have a familiar and friendly face around. And over the last ten years he had his difficult moments, changing meds usually got to be a bit hard, especially with the kids. But this was the first time in ten years that she had been truly afraid she’d lost him. And if it weren’t for her being able to feel his heart beating steadily in his chest right now; she’d be swiping someone’s stethoscope.
His first words were much more soothing, which only seemed to make those tears want to fall even more readily. And then he was making her laugh by calling her an ass. “I mean, gotta make it fair.” she shook her head with a gentle chuckle, moving her hand to wipe some tears as she pressed her forehead to his chest and inhaled his familiar scent deeply. “Je t'aime tellement.” She said softly, looking up to those grey eyes of his that made her heart skip a beat every damn time.
His request made her grin, appreciating that he knew her well enough to know she needed something to focus on, to keep her grounded. He truly knew he better than anyone else. “Well, you’re going to lie down on this little bed that’s going to move you into this, well, sort of like a giant metal donut. And then it’s going to stop at your chest, you’ll rest your arms above you head, and it’s going to take x-ray imaging of your chest from a lot of different angles… should take ten minutes tops.” Darcy assured him with a soft little sigh, running a hand through her hair before leaning for to take his face in her hands and kissing him. “I promise if everything looks good, I won’t make you do all the tests… but I just need to know you’re okay first.”
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Post by Ferris Felwinter on Apr 23, 2024 21:33:43 GMT -5
Ferris felt her laugh against him. Not that he was trying to distract her from tears if that helped. He was just trying to be honest and encourage her to do the same. From how she shifted and wiped her face, he got the feeling there were tears involved. He hummed a soft sort of agreement as she echoed his words, glad she found it funny. He snorted at her words. "I love you too," he said gently, rubbing her back. Ferris met her gaze with a faint smile. "That's my girl," he said.
Her explanation was appreciated. He had been pretty sure there was a machine involved but knowing what it would look like helped.
"Donut, huh?" He mused. He still hadn't had one of those. "Thanks. Just seems like a long ten minutes." But he could handle that. Probably. Thankfully he didn't have a lot of clear memories of the last time he'd been through a lot of tests. He hummed again as she took his face and kissed him. Ferris was loathed to release her, but he settled back on the bed.
"I know," he said. "But if you think something will help explain it..." Ferris trailed off. He didn't understand it anymore than she did. "I was just...standing there, Darcy. The doctors keep asking if I'm taking my meds properly and I swear, I haven't been abusing anything." As calm as he was trying to be for her, he grew a bit more agitated. So he was just as scared as she was. He shook his head. "Whatever you want, I'll do it. I don't want you and the kids to go through that again," he added, reaching out for her hand to hold.
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Post by Darcy Vance on Apr 25, 2024 22:37:08 GMT -5
Of course she did her best to not be so obviously crying and upset, she needed to be the one comforting him right now. But she sincerely appreciated how well he knew her and how to help her relax even just a little. She exhaled softly, enjoying the feel of his hand on her back before easing back to let him rest back a little, unable to help the way her chest fluttered when he called her ‘his girl’. Because she absolutely was just that; his girl.
“Yes, a giant metal donut.” She teased with a playful grin. The kiss wasn’t near as intense or passionate as she would have wanted, but he was a patient and she needed to behave. Plus, it was a bit unsettling to think about that earlier today, her lips were pressed to his administering CPR. And that was terrifying for her.
“Hey, I know that. I know you, and things might not always be easy; but this isn’t your fault.” Darcy gently ran a hand through his hair and offered an encouraging smile. She knew that doctors could tend to be a bit narrow-minded when they saw certain aspects of a patient’s medical history. But he was so much more than that. “I promise, once we know; I’ll get you released and home… we can just try to keep you relaxed until then.”
She looked to the folded gown on the chair and raised a brow curiously. “Oh, when do I get to undress you?” She gave a playful grin, winking at him as she tried to shift the topic to something more entertaining.
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Post by Ferris Felwinter on Apr 25, 2024 22:58:08 GMT -5
He had no idea what she was going through from earlier. Sure, he could guess, considering if he ever saw her collapse like that, no pulse and not breathing...sure he knew CPR and he shared her nerve, but he wasn't a doctor, and she would always be his best friend, his wife, and the mother of his kids. He would be beyond desperate. But some of that was precisely why he couldn't leave the last time she kissed him to be performing rescue breathing. While it was romantic to think about, it was also terrifying.
Just hearing Darcy say she believed him (didn't just believe but knew) that he hadn't been abusing any medication was a relief. Of course, he knew his illness and some of the consequences of it weren't his fault, but he still couldn't help but feel he needed to be better. Darcy's reminder put some of those fears to rest for a while. He still got the feeling he would be judged for it, but it was to be expected. From what he knew of the world, it wasn't the worst thing to be judged for.
"Thanks," he said. Though he meant it. Despite the dread and the stress. His biggest fear was that they wouldn't find anything and it would happen again. But he took a breath and nodded. "Not very good at that last part." She knew that better than even him. And that was before they were in a hospital. He didn't like to sit still or think about himself. "When do..." his grey eyes followed hers to the gown and he smiled. "Whenever you want? Right now?" he suggested. The sooner the better.
The privacy of the room and his wife's closeness and help made the prospect of losing his pants much less awkward. Not that the man was shy about showing off, but there were some things he didn't need on display. He helped how he could (because he was fine, no one seemed to believe him), but Darcy seemed determined, and he wasn't about to get in her way. He gestured to his coat, though, finally remembering. "Can you check my wallet for my card? I...think I left it on the counter." When he passed out. He grimaced.
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Post by Darcy Vance on Apr 29, 2024 20:39:04 GMT -5
Darcy forced herself to push thoughts of before from her mind, intent on moving forward and finding answers. Because she’s be lying if she said she wasn’t terrified of that happening again. He had just been bringing her a coffee one moment, and was one the ground. She wasn’t capable of handling the loss of her best friend.
“Of course,” She offered an encouraging smile as she continued. “Tu n'es pas seul.” Darcy leaned forward to gently press her lips to his forehead before she moved toward the gown and his coat. Of course she didn’t need any specific reasoning to enjoy the idea of seeing her husband in any state of undress, but this wasn’t their typical preferred setting. Not was it for their fun and enjoyment. But still, it was necessary for him to change and she wasn’t going to leave that just to him.
Plus, she wanted to check his chest. She knew from her years as a trauma surgeon just how common it could be to bruise or even potentially crack or break a rib while giving chest compressions. And she felt so guilty, she hadn’t meant to hurt him. But it couldn’t be avoided. She pulled his wallet from the coat and swore lightly under her breath. “I’m sorry babe, in all the excitement I must have forgotten to grab it. Should I try calling the place?” She offered, also picking up his phone and bringing it to him with a soft smile. El’s name was on display indicating she had indeed texted him.
After your first test, can mom and I swap places?
Darcy knew she’d make the swap with El as soon as she could, because as much as she didn’t want to leave his side; she had to make sure the kids were okay too. “Hey, I was thinking that you’ve had a very stressful day, so after the tests I was going to offer to pick you up some cigarettes. I thought it might make being here a little more bearable.”
After she helped Ferris change into the hospital gown, she folded his clothes neatly on a chair and looked up at a knock on the door. Apparently the machine was available due to the a patient needing surgery. So, they made the move from his room to the CT scanner’s room. And while typically family would be left waiting elsewhere, Darcy was standing in the doorway of the room where Hailey and whatever intern was on her service for the day sat waiting for the machine to go through its process before sending the scans. Setup and getting him comfortable took long than the actual scan itself. They had to of course go over the typical pitch and remind him not to move while the scan was happening. “You’ve got to try and stay as still as possible.” The intern had insisted with a nod as he helped get Ferris situated.
Darcy hated this part. The waiting. It felt endless and stressful, and her kind went to all the worst places.
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Post by Ferris Felwinter on Apr 29, 2024 22:41:58 GMT -5
Ferris smiled at his wife as she kissed his forehead. Darcy was far too good for him.
The man was trying his best not to think about his chest. The pain medication was finally kicking in at least so he was starting to feel less physically worse. Which just meant he could spend more time worrying about other things. Darcy, the kids, work, his credit card...there were a lot of things that had piled up all of a sudden and it was difficult to remember that maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing to put himself closer to the top of that list.
He appreciated the help navigating his pants off and then the gown on, too focused on other things to stress over what he would prefer to be doing while his wife removed his clothes. Hospitals sapped any real interest out of him. And the gown only made it worse. "Been a while since I wore one of these," he noted, trying to get comfortable on the bed again. Notably hospital beds were the most uncomfortable thing he had ever slept on and he'd spent plenty of nights sleeping on the ground.
He had some developing bruises on his chest and while he couldn't be sure personally, had cracked a rib. Which only made breathing and laying down more uncomfortable. He itched to sit up and to move and do anything to pretend he wasn't exactly where he was. "It's not your fault," he reassured her. "It's fine, I'll lock it and we can worry about it later." He responded to El's texts first and then opened the bank app to shut off the card until he could focus on a new one of calling.
Ferris snorted and pointed at the sign on the wall by the door. "Correct me if I am wrong, doc, but that's a no smoking sign." He shook his head. "I appreciate it, really, but no amount of nicotine is going to make this bearable," he said with a grimace. Plus, he felt a bit guilty about the fact that he hadn't exactly quit as well as he said he would. Of course, she seemed to know that and he appreciated she wasn't calling him out on it, just...gently reminding him he wasn't that subtle.
He was both relieved and more anxious that they had moved the test up. Also glad he hadn't eaten breakfast since that was one of the things the nurses went over. He was less glad about the wheelchair involved to get him to the room. He could barely sit still in that. Ferris tried not to make a big deal out of it but he was nervous. Almost as much as he had been for the birth of his kids, and he hadn't had to do anything but stand there. This...he eyed the machine and decided that wasn't a problem it was just where he was. "You know, you do these things outside, people might panic less," he pointed out. "Also, what if I have to sneeze?" He did not and likely would not have to sneeze. While his tone was 'collected' the orderly seemed to understand he wasn't okay. That or it was the monitoring equipment giving him away. So, they relented and gave him a sedative and let that sink in, which at least gave him some time to text El until he had to hand his phone over to Darcy so he could lay there for ten minutes.
Ferris stared up at the ceiling and tried not to watch the machine move. He kept half holding his breath, afraid to even take in a full amount of oxygen for fear that breathing too deeply would be considered too much movement. But he did manage to lay there, half zoned out by the end of it because he wasn't used to sedatives. That or it wasn't playing nice with his medication. At least for the moment, he felt a lot more relaxed.
Which, as they got back to the room and he was settled in the bed, he recalled that might not be great either. "You know what you can get me though, beautiful?" He asked. "My anti-depressants. Maybe while you trade with El?" Since he got the feeling he would be here for a while. "How long til they have results from that? And what's the next ride on the list?" Because he wanted to know how long he had between the next. And because apparently the drugs did nothing for his sense of humor.
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Post by Darcy Vance on Apr 30, 2024 22:09:22 GMT -5
Try as she might to distract herself with helping him change, her eyes immediately sought his chest and any indication of the potential damage. She could tell there was already some bruising setting in, and that would likely darken over the next few days. But she’d have to wait in the results of the CT scan to get a clear idea of just what was going on inside.
Regardless of the less than enjoyable setting and reasons behind helping him change, Darcy would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the sight of him. A soft smile pulled across her lips as she gave a playful swat to his ass as she shook her head. “And hopefully after today it’ll be another ‘long while’ before you’re in one again.” She ran a hand through her dark brown and caramel colored curls, eyebrow raised as he let her know his plans for the card.
“I meant after the tests, or in between. If they won’t let you walk, you could use a wheelchair… I’m sure El would get a kick out of pushing you around in one.” Darcy teased with a half smile. Of course she knew he had the occasional cigarette, but she wasn’t going to give him grief over it. He didn’t scold her over indulging in alcohol every once in a while. Besides, she appreciated the effort it took for him to cut back as much as he had. One every now and then wouldn’t kill him; right?
Thankfully, they were interrupted to get Ferris headed to his CT scan. She insisted on being the one to handle the wheel chair, if only so she could be close to him. She couldn’t help but smile in amusement at the exchange via text between their eldest daughter and him. Darcy loved how easily El turned to Ferris for anything and everything. She couldn’t have asked for a better man to be the father of her children.
She kept his phone in her pocket while watching him from the doorway of the other room, trying not to overcrowded the staff that was actually working his case. And sadly, she wouldn’t get to have access to the scans until she was on the clock herself or in the room when they went over them. Hospital policy could be such a drag at times.
Once back in the room, she moved to be beside him as he got situated again, raising a brow as he spoke and then smiling softly with a nod. “Of course, did you have some in the car, or do I need to go to the house?”She asked before shrugging. “If I’m going to swap with El, you could let her tag along while you go do a stress test. But only if you’re feeling up to it, it’s just a lot of walking on a treadmill and having vitals checked every three minutes or so as the intensity is increased.” and then sighed as she glanced to the clock on the wall. “Even with a rush order on the results, we’re looking at a minimum of an hour wait for the results.” Darcy gently traced her fingers along his face as she leaned for to give him a soft kiss.
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Post by Ferris Felwinter on May 1, 2024 0:00:52 GMT -5
Ferris grimaced. He didn't much like the idea of being made to use a wheelchair. He could walk, after all! And he didn't very much like the idea of showing that much weakness to his kids. Even El. though, considering it so directly, it sounded silly. "Maybe at home," he allowed, but didn't really bet on it. Not because he thought Darcy would turn around and tell him no (unless the test results said he was dying) but because if nothing else, he really didn't want to smoke around the kids.
"She doesn't need anymore reason to laugh at me," he added dryly. But likely there wouldn't be much else for it.
Even without Darcy in the room, it was reassuring to know she was there and watching. Plus, the sedative helped him calm down a lot. Though he was relieved to be freed from the machine, and then almost immediately confined to the wheelchair again with a frown.
It was a bit easier to relax on the bed this time around, for multiple drug induced reasons. Ferris shook his head. "Just at home," he said. He did take some with him to work, but he hadn't thought they would be out that long to need to bring them with him. He felt a bit stupid about it now, but generally he didn't trust himself carrying his medication around like that.
He felt a bit out of it, as he tried not to admit as much in his texts to El, but he would much rather get things over it. "I'm up to run the gauntlet," he said. It was a joke. Probably. But he was trying to be reassuring. To prove he was okay. "I think I did one of those tests in the air force." That felt like so long ago. Another lifetime even. He blamed the sedative for making him so thoughtful. "We can do that," he confirmed belatedly for her. He set his phone down and reached up to take her hand and kiss it after tasting her lips. "I'll be fine. Go check on the kids."
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Post by Darcy Vance on May 10, 2024 21:03:44 GMT -5
It wasn’t easy being on the ‘patient’s family’ side of things. Granted, as one of the senior doctor’s on staff in the hospital; they did allow her a bit more access than they would any typical spouse of the patient. But damn, she hated all the waiting. At least once back in his room, his meds would help him actually rest a bit more easily.
“Okay, well I’ll get the kids. El can hang out with you, and I’ll take Rhys and Beck with me, maybe try to distract them with the drive to the house.” Darcy said with a gentle shrug as she sent El a quick text to let her know she was coming to get them.
“Only if you feel up to it. Might make you feel better to have something to do.” or help Ellis feel better, not that she would say that out loud. No. Because Ferris needed to prioritize himself right now, not her and not the kids. They would be fine so long as he was okay. She smiled at the way her took her hand and kissed it. “Je t'aime.” She said with a soft smile, giving his hand a quick squeeze before making her way for the door.
“Mom’s gonna be here any minute, can you two please stop bickering?” El said with an exasperated sigh, continuing to spin the chair she was sitting in, in slow circles. Beck and Rhys stopped in their argument to raise a brow at their older sister. But with Rhys being distracted, Beck seized the opportunity to pinch his arm with more ferocity than one might expect from a six year old girl.
“Ow!” Rhys yelped, pulling his arm against his chest and glaring at the younger girl. Thankfully, the door opened and in stepped their mother.
“Mom, Beck just pinched me-”
“I had to Mommy, I’m a crab.”
It took all her self control not to bust out laughing at her siblings, and even one look at her mother and she could tell she was trying hard not to show amusement.
“Beckett, you can’t just claim to identify as a crab in defense of pinching your brother. Now, apologize.” Her stern tone covered any potential amusement and Beck’s eyes began to well up with big crocodile tears. But her mother’s face remained firm, so she made a sob-filled apology that Rhys begrudgingly accepted.
“Come on, we gotta pick up some of Daddy’s medicine from the house. El, you can go stay with him. Just follow the signs past the elevator, his room isn’t hard to find.”
El gave a nod, trying to not look too relieved at being allowed to stay. She really didn’t want to leave the hospital without her dad. She didn’t wait to see them leave, instead tucking hands into her pockets as she headed to find the room he had been moved to. It wasn’t too far from where the kids had been waiting, but she couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous with him being in an actual room now. How long were they planning on keeping him? Was she going to have to leave before he was released?
She shook her head and stopped at the door to his room. Giving a few knocks on the door and waiting to be given the ‘okay’ to enter.
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Post by Ferris Felwinter on May 10, 2024 23:23:34 GMT -5
Ferris leaned back and offered her a small smile. "You're amazing, Darcy," he said in appreciation. As much as he didn't need his medication for another hour or two and was a bit worried about being on more than a few things at the moment, he really didn't want to try not being on it. Even without the withdrawal affects, that lack of contact with the world wasn't something he needed on top of everything else right now.
He nodded, trying to take a step back at her suggestion and decide if he really was up for it or was just trying to look like he was up for it. He supposed it didn't really matter which was the real answer, but he would rather give El something to do than the pair of them just sit here in the hospital bed listening to the medical machinery. Better that than waiting for the CT results to come back.
"Je t'aime aussi," he replied. Had she asked him to translate anything too in depth, he probably wouldn't have followed. Not because he didn't know the language well enough to think it while he spoke it, but because he was struggling between nerves and the sedative to collect his thoughts. Ferris watched his wife disappear out of the door and continued to stare at it after it closed. He hated being here. He contemplated pushing himself up and taking the kids and Darcy and leaving. Only he couldn't drive like this. And Darcy wouldn't allow him to leave even if she had to knock him out. Well, maybe not, but that was the aura she projected and all that mattered was he believed her.
He used the time alone to try and look up hair stylists nearby and prices for El's upcoming dance, but looking at his phone screen too long at once made him dizzy. It was better than panicking about the walls closing in on him, which was still a feeling in the back of his mind. He jumped when there was a knock. "Come in," he said out of habit. Probably not one of the nurses since they usually just- "El. Hey. Your hair looks terrible," he said. And while yes, he was pretty straight with his kids, he might have been a bit more tactful normally. At least with El. There were times he felt he could joke with her and other times he felt like she hated him. He still figured she was upset with him and with what was going on so maybe now wasn't a good time.
"Sorry to make you babysit," he said. "How are you?" As if she was the one to be worried over. It was simply a testament to how much he cared. He just as tired as before, if far less tense. He was trying extra hard to not be 'loopy' in front of her. Somehow Ferris doubted it would go very well. Hopefully one of the nurses or Dr. Hailey came back about another test. "I think the doctor should be back about another test soon. If you want to help?" He wasn't trying to 'handle' her, but, like her mother, he knew they stressed less having something to focus on.
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This world has seen much wilder things
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Post by Darcy Vance on May 11, 2024 0:15:56 GMT -5
Ellis waited to hear Ferris’ voice before she pushed the door opened and offered a half smile as she stepped into the room. She raised a brow and rolled her eyes, shaking her head in an attempt to try and let loose the ‘braids’ Beck had pulled, twisted and knotted her hair into. She wasn’t quite as worried about the state of her hair at the moment. “Hey, even like this my hair looks ten times better than yours.” She gave a casual shrug, cocking a half smile as she eased into a chair.
While at times it could be a mystery trying to guess what reaction you’d get from her on the daily; she felt he deserved an amused pass… what, with the whole ‘dead-for-three-minutes’ thing. His apology about having her babysit was appreciated and she nodded. “It’s alright, at least this way I feel like I’m actually doing something to help earn the money for the hair stylist. ” She teased, hazel eyes lighting up with amusement. But his question made the smile falter, it was only for a second, but she couldn’t help it. “Me? Considering I’m not the one in the hospital bed, I’d say I’m doing just dandy.” Okay, so maybe she was being a bit facetious, but it helped her not resort to frustration.
“Oh? What test do you have lined up next?” She asked with piqued interest. It was no secret that El did not want to pursue a career in the medical field, but damn did she enjoy hearing about the tests and such. Morbid curiosity, she supposed. She began to attempt to remove some of the craziness to her hair with her fingers, if they were going to be leaving his room she didn’t want to keep walking around the hospital looking like a patient who wandered away from the psych ward.
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It's okay not to be okay. It's just fine to be out of your mind.
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Post by Ferris Felwinter on May 11, 2024 0:43:01 GMT -5
Ferris forced a chuckle. “Brutal,” he replied. He liked his hair. A lot. Though admittedly he probably didn't look great right now, reaching up to brush some of his hair out of his face. He was tempted to tell her that the important thing was that her mother liked his hair. But he was pretty sure that was the drugs talking and it would be proving El right.
He smiled slightly. He knew this dance was important to her. Maybe not prom levels of important, but he was a sucker for his daughter and he desperately wanted her to have a good time. But he knew he needed to try and not make it look so obvious. Hence yelling her she would have to help him with chores before he paid for anything with her hair. He nodded. “Cut and color is expensive,” he agreed.
Thankfully he missed her smile faltering. But he knew how she felt about what he said. Ferris sighed. But before he could try to reassure her, she used the word ‘dandy.’ He chuckled. “Dandy? That's what the kids say these days?” He was only a little high.
Whatever El wanted to do when she grew up, he wouldn't push her. But she did always seem interested in some of what her mother did. “Some kind of stress test. Running on a treadmill,” he tried to explain. She would get the idea probably. “Sound good to you?” Should he be running on a treadmill on a sedative? He wasn't sure. He was present enough. And he imagined he would be clipped in and watched and maybe it was better so his heart started at a slower resting rate? He wasn't sure. “Will give me something to do besides sit here.”
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